Faolan does his best not to be awkward about the other man being partially undressed as he is, trying to focus on the fact that he's doing this because the other man is in pain. In pain because of what the vampires did to him. And for the most part, that works, although he still cannot help admiring the line of the other man's shoulders as he sits backwards on the chair and presents Faolan with the whole aching surface of them.

Perhaps you shouldn't bother with a shirt at all then, he thinks, but does not say aloud. Such thoughts are better kept to himself, all things considered. Instead, he reaches for the Tiger Balm and scoops some out onto his fingers, working it between them for a moment before sliding his hands along the skin of the back of Lancelot's neck and shoulders. He can feel even with so light a touch how stiff the other man's muscles are under his fingers. "I could try to work some of this out for you, if you'd like?" he offers. As casually as he can, all things considered.